Yonder Despard will not live long, he drinks too hard; and then your day may come, if you still care for his leavings--perhaps in two years, perhaps in less, for she will soon see him out.

Now, let us talk no more of the matter, but if aught befalls me, be a friend to her.

Here comes the liquor--drink it up and be off.

Though I seem rough with you, my hope is that you may quaff many another cup at Shefton." It was seven o'clock of the next morning, and Sir John, having eaten his breakfast, was girding on his sword--for Jeffrey had already gone to fetch the horses--when the door opened and his daughter entered the great hall, candle in hand, wrapped in a fur cloak, over which her long hair fell.

Glancing at her, Sir John noted that her eyes were wide and frightened.
"What is it now, girl ?" he asked.